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All during the 1980’s (except for when he was in prison) Trump’s main sidekick was a guy named Joe Weichselbaum.

Nicknamed by the “street people”, “Joe-wish”. Maybe people started out saying “Joe- Weich” for short. Maybe someone just got clever.

Everywhere Trump was, Joe-wish was sure to go. Actually, Trump kept his buddy at close call where ever he was parked at the time, in an apartment or condo nearby in the same building. And often, right in Trump’s own apartment.

Joe-wish was a cocaine dealer for the mob, had a rap sheet from here to the wall (This wall is approximately seven feet from me where I sit) . Stealing, and dealing, this was Joe-wish’s calling card. You needed a car? You went to Joe-wish. You needed cocaine? You went to Joe-wish. You needed to courier to take a message to Trump? You went to Joe-wish.

Joe-wish was known as Trump’s “dirty hand”. The hands Trump used for the dirty shit.

Oh, did I mention Joe-wish ran a helicopter business that was exclusively used to transport Trump’s crew? He was also the baby sitter for Trump’s private helicopter. So this guy had transportation know how and resources. And he knew enough people that knew enough about helicopters from the ground up.

Joe-wish was also hooked at the hip with mobster Johnny Staluppi who was part of the Columbo Family. Johnny had his own helicopter company.

Trump drivers and helicopter pilots were in continuous liaison with one another shuffling Trump’s people around New York and New Jersey. And Joe-wish was running drugs further down the coast in the limousines along with high rollers who “appeared” to be “just gambling” at Trump’s casinos. Often limo drivers had to trek all the way to Florida, and then, trek all the way back to New York. Apparently some of these “high rollers” had fear of flying. On certain days of the week.

Word on the streets, was that Trump could pull strings with any justice or legal issues in the tri – state area, through his sister, who was a judge. So needless to say, the mood within this criminal circle, was a flippant one!

The Trumps covered for Joe-wish.

This was before Trump Towers was created, and during the time Trump was living in the East Sixties and Lexington Avenue in Manhattan.

With all of this helicopter know how and experience, it seems very curious, that three of Trump’s top casino executives that were not exactly on good terms with him at the time, just by worthless street gossip, which we know has no value what so ever, would suddenly take a dive to their death in a helicopter.

Well, we know how ignorant and superstitious street people and gossipers are. The servant’s quarters are always a hot bed of hallucinatory verbal mayhem. But it seemed around that time Joe-wish, the best of “all things helicopter’ connected in the tri-state area, owed Trump, “a favor” with a prison sentencing issued.

That helicopter “accident” , where the rotors just suddenly and inexplicably flew off the machine. Wow! What a strange co incidence! Right? Not one, but both. The main overhead four-blade rotor and its tail rotor broke off the body. What are the chances, right?

And what else is strange? When did these three executives ever before that, get in a helicopter all at once? They were ordered to attend a promotional event together on behalf of Trump. Further, it was not one of Trumps helicopters or any of his friend’s that went down. Oddly, they went to an outside service.

I do point out, Joe-wish was incarcerated at the time of the “accident” with the helicopters. And his girlfriend was moving into the Trump Plaza and setting up home for them in a new apartment laid out for them. One of two.

It is a fine day when an incarcerated man can purchase not one, but two apartments in one of Trumps’ buildings during his prison stay is it not?

Well, you know how ignorant people from the servant’s quarters can get superstitious.

It is just amazing though, that when Trump’s brother died from alcohol, Trump swore he would never have another drink. And never has.

But when three of his top casino executives who were ripe witness’ to all and everything that went down in Trump’s casinos took a dive, Trump never had a problem stepping in a helicopter.

And buying real estate in Trump’s trophy (at that time) condominium building while being incarcerated? That was just magic.

A year after the helicopter crash, the Trump Taj Mahal was nearly $3 billion in debt and went bankrupt in 1991. In 1992, both the Trump Plaza and the Trump Castle declared bankruptcy as well.

I ask you, when have you ever heard of a casino going bankrupt? It takes your money and gives you nothing in return. Only when the name “Trump” is on it.

A man who managed to run three gambling joints in the ground is now U.S. President.

I know, it sounds like a tired joke.

The cash from Trump’s casinos vanished into thin air. The millions owed for goods and services was wiped out in a bankruptcy, and numerous people were set up for losses. Little street people. He had invested 100 million in “renovations”.